The Beast.part 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mary Wilson makes an error of judgement while walking home alone with troubling consequences.

Submitted: May 17, 2014

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Submitted: May 17, 2014

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THE BEAST:

TV FILM script  By C.J.Platt.…..

MARY WILSON:

DAVE JOYCE:(THE BEAST)

JOHN WILSON:(SON)

GERALD CLAYMORE:  (COWARD)

STRANGER:

CYCLIST:

JENNIFER JAMESON:(FRIEND)

SETTING: LOCAL WOOD AT NIGHT.

Please be aware that this is part one of a four part script

Background:

Mary Wilson makes an error of judgment when walking home alone with troubling consequences.

SCENE 1:

MARY WILSON:

Why did I come this way? All I had to do was cut through the field at Johnson’s corner. Now look at me. Wet through and injured. Stupid me! I should have had more sense than take the long way round at this time of night. It was now ten thirty and dark. My ankle hurts so much after I went over on it. I can’t understand why that string was tied to the trees. It was as if someone was trying to trip me up. I can’t go back and I can’t go forward! I would make a phone call if I could find it. Stupid me! I’m getting so forgetful lately. I know someone will eventually come this way but whom? What if it is a bad person! The local paper said that there had been a series of break-ins recently. I’m getting paranoid! No self-respecting burglar would be in the wilds tonight; they would be casing houses.

John will know there is something wrong when he gets home, also he would be alerted when he tries to contact me by phone. All I have to do is wait, but for how long?

 What was that! My God, it sounded like a wolf! Surely it is only a dog. OK, I have to get myself together.

 

BEAST:(Hiding behind a tree wearing a wolf mask)

Maaaary… Maaaary!

MARY:

My God! Who was that?

BEAST:

They call me the Beast.

MARY:

What in hell do you want, Dave?

BEAST:

It isn’t Dave. It’s the Beast.

MARY:

I know very well who it is and if you keep this stupid pretense up I will report you to the sheriff again.  So stop annoying people.

BEAST:

I knew it was you who reported me. All I did was a small Halloween trick and you had to report me.

MARY:

Now listen hear, Dave. I am tired and hungry so either go away or help me get back home.

BEAST:

I will help you, Maaary. I will help you to die!

MARY:

Have you gone completely mad this time? Did the stay in the Institution not help you at all?

BEAST:

That’s another thing. You completely screwed me up suggesting that place simply because your father was the former administrator. You bitch!

 

MARY:

Now listen hear, David Joyce.  If you think you can intimidate me you have picked the wrong person.

BEAST:

I’m going to cut you into little bits. How do you like that?

MARY:

You’re going to do nothing of the kind. I’ll tell you what you are going to do. You are going to take that stupid mask off and go for help. I can see you behind that tree. You little shit!

BEAST:

That does it. I’m going to enjoy making you suffer Maaary.

MARY:

If you try to come near me, I will break your arm. You know I’ve been doing Karate.

BEAST:

I didn’t know that. What grade are you?

MARY:

I’m a Red-belt.

BEAST:

That’s nothing to brag about.

MARY:

Oh really! What would you know, you’re only 150 pounds wet through!

BEAST:

I have a hunters knife here Maaary. It can cut tin sheet!

MARY:

Yes, I heard you nearly cut your index finger off the other week, you stupid freak.

BEAST:

That was an accident!

MARY:(See’s a cyclist coming)

Thank God you came along. Can you help me? There is a man over there with a mask on.

CYCLIST:(Looking around nervously)

What?  Are you sure?

MARY:

Yes, he ran into that thicket over there. Can you help me get back to town?

CYCLIST:(Starting to panic)

Err, I don’t know. Maybe it would be better if I went for help?

MARY:

No, don’t leave me! He says he will kill me!

CYCLIST:(No reply and peddling away very fast)

MARY:

You bloody bastard! May God have mercy on you?

BEAST:

May God have mercy on you, Maaary.

MARY:

If you call me Maaary once more, I’ll shove that knife up your backside!

BEAST:

Why don’t you admit it, you’re scared shitless.  I know you don’t have your phone. Why don’t you ask me how?  Maaary.

MARY:

You little creep. Did you steal my phone?

BEAST:

Yes, I broke in your house last night. I also had a shit in your wardrobe! Ha, Ha.

MARY:

You complete bastard!

BEAST:

I’m going to cut off your nipples first, Maaary.

MARY:(Notices a man approaching on foot)

Thank God you came along, Gerald. Will you help me please?

 GERALD CLAYMORE:(COWARD)

What’s wrong, Mary?

MARY:

Dave Joyce is over there with a wolf mask on. He says he will kill me!

GERALD:

What?  I thought he was in the mad-house.

Beast:

Now I’m going to have to kill you both! Oh shit, bloody-hell!

MARY:

What’s wrong?

BEAST:

I just cut myself.

MARY:

You bloody idiot!

GERALD:

I just shit myself.

MARY:

God help us.

To be continued…..

 


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